Moths in the Attic - Dead Ends - Live Sessions Lyrics

The words you say color the leaves
And make them all fall down
With every breath you blow the breeze
That sends a frost upon the ground
You're already gone
So I must leave this place

Nights blanketed by pinholes in the sky
Dreams of where you want to be
Waiting forever sinking in fear
A fading melody
The nightbirds will sing tales of love and loss
Of a winter to come forsaking everything
Of silence searching in all directions for the dead ends
To which they lead

Carve me from your skin
Purge me from your veins
And from this death will bloom one day
The beauty of everything
But you should know
I've already left this place